by aurumlupus » Mon Jun 17, 2013 10:52 am
Sev laughed softly. "Oh, I'm sorry." he replied. He gently took a few strands of hair and allowed them to fall over her face. "Better?" he asked.
Faith arched her back slightly, loving the feel of the back rub. That had always been a secret favorite of hers.
"Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more:
It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."
"Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man."
"And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything."